Life is a Game

Zhang Zhiyun had nothing else to say, so Jiang Feng could only point his mind at other people or things. In fact, if possible, he would like to ask Zhang Chu directly if you have any regrets. It's a pity that this is a meeting of old friends and not a talent show. I can't just pick up the microphone and ask you what dreams you have.

Zhang Chuzheng was bending over to study by himself last time. Jiang Feng found out the memory of the window whose frame was broken by Cao Guixiang. Because Cao Guixiang artificially broke its frame, its window frame looked a little different from other windows. Zhang Chu studied for a long time, and finally came to the conclusion that he was not very skilled when he connected the window frame, which made the window frame look out of place with the others.

"This window frame was the first outside job I took. No money was collected, but I took care of a meal. Thanks to this window frame, I was able to get to know Gui Xiang. Later, I had a date with Gui Xiang. From time to time, I ran to your Yonghe residence. Many table legs and chair legs were repaired by me." Zhang Chu said with a smile.

Jiang Feng nodded perfunctorily on the side, and he came to his senses as soon as he nodded.

The last time he touched only one window frame, he found a memory. There is more than one window frame in Yonghe Residence!

Action is worse than heartbeat, Jiang Feng immediately began to touch the window frame, starting from the one near the stairs, and touching all the way. Under Zhang Zhiyun's puzzled eyes, Jiang Feng touched from head to toe, carefully taking care of every corner. At the end of the touch, Xu Cheng, Lu Sheng and Zhang Chu both discovered his strange behavior.

no memory.

Not only did he have no memory, but there was a cut on his hand.

The wound was neither deep nor painful. When Jiang Feng touched it, he was focused on whether he could find out the memory. After touching it, he was focused on how to get some words from Zhang Chu, but he didn't feel a wound on his hand. He didn't realize it until the blood seeped out and was seen by the sharp-eyed Lu Sheng. .

Hands are one of the chef's most valuable assets, even small openings deserve attention. There is a medical box in Lu Sheng's office. He originally wanted to go with Jiang Feng, but Jiang Feng refused. In the end, Lu Sheng told Jiang Feng the location of the medical insurance and Jiang Feng went to his office to find it.

Lu Sheng's office was as messy as a utility room. He usually only drank tea in the office and never worked in it. All important documents were at home, so he was not afraid that Jiang Feng, the boss of Taifeng Building, would enter his office alone.

The medical box was on the top floor of the tea cabinet where Lu Sheng put the tea. The cabinet was a bit high. Jiang Feng hurt his right palm and didn't think it would be difficult to remove it with his bare hands like before, so he moved a chair and put a piece of white paper on it to get it by stepping on it.

Jiang Feng stepped on the chair, supported the cabinet with his right hand, and stretched out his left hand to take the medical box. Before touching the medical box, his hand touched the dusty top of the cabinet.

"Ding, get a piece of Zhang Chu's memory."

Eh.

Jiang Feng was startled. He ignored the medical box in front of him and began to look down at this unattractive and ordinary cabinet that he had never cared about before.

It doesn't matter if you don't look at it carefully, Jiang Feng took a closer look and found that the cabinet looked a bit old and dusty, but as long as you looked carefully, you could find that such a large cabinet didn't have a single nail, at least not from the surface.

Jiang Feng quickly took down the medical kit, put the chair back in place, quickly and simply disinfected and bandaged his wound, and walked quickly to the second floor.

He couldn't wait to ask Lu Sheng about the origin of this cabinet.

"Boss Lu!" When Jiang Feng returned to the second floor, Lu Sheng was already happily drinking tea from his chair, "I suddenly found out that the cabinet in your office is quite unique. It's convenient to tell me where you bought it. I want to buy it too." Put one at home."

"Put it at home?" Lu Sheng was a little cute. He didn't understand why Jiang Feng liked to put this kind of furniture at home. "This cabinet was originally left by Yonghe Residence. I guess you can't buy the same one in the market now."

"The original ones? I thought that all the big pieces of furniture like Yongheju were burned, so I might not be able to buy them anymore." Jiang Feng showed a regretful expression.

"It is true that they were all burned, but this one is an exception. This cabinet was originally placed in the room of my office. My office was originally a utility room. The cabinet was basically filled with tools. Before the fire in Yongheju, the cabinet was broken. The repairer didn't have time to come to the door, so my dad took the cabinet to his house for repairs, so he escaped." Lu Sheng said, "This cabinet is made of rosewood, and those cabinets that were burned in the lobby Many of them are made of good wood, and there is also a bogu shelf made of huanghuali wood."

Jiang Feng suddenly realized that he had slipped through the net.

Fortunately, it was not burned at the beginning. If the cabinet was burned, Zhang Chu's memory would be buried in the flames along with the cabinet.

"Is your hand okay? Do you want to go to the hospital? There is a small health center here. Do you want to find a nurse somewhere?" Lu Sheng was still more concerned about Jiang Feng's hand.

"No, it's just a small wound. It's much shallower than the wound cut by a knife. It will probably heal tomorrow." Jiang Feng didn't care much about his hand, he cared more about the memory he just touched.

Why is it touched on the top of the cabinet?

Could it be that Zhang Chu climbed on the cabinet when he had nothing to do?

"Boss Lu, I'll go out and make a phone call first." Jiang Feng decided to read the memory before talking.

"It's time to eat, remember to come back early." Lu Sheng reminded.

Jiang Feng nodded, went downstairs and left Yongheju, walked along the road for about three minutes, and found a small convenience store with seats and no one on the other side. Jiang Feng walked into the convenience store, bought a can of Coke and sat on a chair.

Jiang Feng glanced back at the clerk, who was playing with his mobile phone and didn't look at him at all.

Jiang Feng lowered his head slightly, looked at the table, and clicked on the property panel, as if he was clicking back and forth on the table. Although it's a little weird, it's not too weird. After all, social animals are under a lot of pressure now. If you are stopped by the traffic police, you may cry with the police uncle who issued your ticket. It doesn't look like a little bit on the table in the convenience store.

Jiang Feng selected [A Memory of Zhang Chu], clicked Yes, and was instantly surrounded by fog.

Darkness.